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At The Gates Night Comes Blood Black

corrupted flesh slowly stinking suffocate me The night screams out the darkness The pain of dying worlds Crush Sunlight seems a blood smear Niight comes, blood-black

that Knowing that this world brings drawbacks Look how this shit bumps Once I deliver these war raps Meet me at the cemetary Dressed in Black Tonight

at... Saint Peters Gate. Nobody will get through, Nobody not even you, Can escape the judgement day, Nobody will be spared, Heaven is only there, For the ones who satisfy them at, St Peters Gate

truth, crystal clear Innocent black immigrants locked in housing tenemants Eighty-Five percent tenants depend on welfare recipients Stapleton's been stamped as a concentration camp At night

of ancient Rome, Come on and fly with me Come on and fly with me Come on and fly with me Come on and fly with me Come on and fly with me Want

The seven sisters and the seven sons at the gates of heaven when day is done, but the seven sisters all have sinned and old Saint Peter won't let them in. Come

come, razors under the tongue Clips in the steel, bricks in the wheels, chips in the field of fortune Dead men walkin with hits on the grills Late night

heat at guys takin up space of mine [Killah Priest] Yo, yo, yo, ayo {*speaking foreign tongue*} Yo Black posse, clap guns at the anarchy White man in

of you I catch a drain put yo ass in pain Fuckin' with the yella another unsolved slang I come to buck you down because I'm a fuckin' clown The black